"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Writing with a pen



A few weeks ago, the spousal unit bought a roll of ‘Flag’ stamps from the Post Office. You remember stamps and the Post Office, don’t you? Well, it got me to thinking. In this day of instantaneous communication, how nice would it be to write a rare handwritten letter, and surprise someone?

My cousin Anna sent me a few blank cards that she designed and made herself. I took them out of their pink mesh bag today, and started writing.







I’d forgotten just how much I miss writing words with an actual pen. And, if I do say so myself ~ my penmanship still looks pretty darn good.














1 comment:

Veronica said...

I recieved nothing in the mail as of yet...

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